Perspective

A tale not told for time

*April 24th, 1982*

*Racheles point of view*

   I awoke to the sounds of a robin. I groaned at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. My  mom had pulled the curtains back, as usual. I rolled over, knocking off drawings from the night before as I did. 

   10:23 AM. I'd been asleep only 6 hours but it felt like I still was. I moved and got out of bed pulled the cover with me as I got up. My room wasn't what you'd imagine a 17 year old girls to looks like. Charcoal drawings lined the walls, ones I'd done over the years. Yes, there were streamers dangling from wall to wall. Only to hang wet painting of course. I'm not a basic hoe like the other bitches at my school. 

   *stomach grumble*

"Thanks for reminding me, my dude." I said as I cleaned my hell hole of a room. Reminding me I was hungry was just what I needed, I thought rather dimly. I laid down my stack of figure drawings and walked down the hall. As I rounded the corner I almost collided with my little sister, Sarah. "Woah there cowgirl, what's got you in a hurry?" Sarah said implying my tomboy-ness. "Breakfast, dill weed." I said with a air of satisfaction in my voice. She hatted being called names, and I loved the expression of defeat on her face. She forced her arm to hit my side as she walked to her room. I groaned in pain. 

   I slid down the stairs not wanting to be late for breakfast. I could smell the nostalgic aroma of scrambled eggs with salt and pepper. I heard the sizzle of bacon and knew Mom was making my favorite. A plain breakfast. I rounded the corner of the parlor and saw her in her apron cooking the eggs. I wasn't a minute late. "Good morning sleeping beauty." She told me as usual. "Hello to you too," I said "where's Dad?" He wasn't at his usual spot reading the paper in the living room. She laid down her spatula and moved over to the fridge. "Oh, he got up early and said he was going hunting with a few buddies." She said getting the orange juice carton out. "Ah, well I'm glad breakfasts ready. I haven't eaten since.." When was the last time I ate? I couldn't quite remember. "Oh! It was yesterday." I said energetically. "And how long did it take you to figure that out?" Mom said, with a smirk growing on her face. "Well are you gonna fix your own plate? Or am I going to have to treat you like a pretty pretty princess?" She said. "I don't know will you?" I said walking over to the cabinet to get a plate. I could barely reach being only 4'10. But I did, I walked over and filled my plate. And I settled down on the dinner table turning in the brand new tv. New technology, huh?